I sat outside and told my secrets to the moon. She listened with full attention, nodding and smiling. I talked and talked, not stopping for a breath. At long last I fell silent, empty of secrets. I realized then the moon had not said a word. Silence was her reply.
How wise she was! Had she any advice to give, would I have heeded? So burdened and distraught I was, I would not have or wanted to listen to another. I would have argued and argued. I would have fought.
Her silence allowed me room to vent, to air my secrets and dissipate the distress they brought with them. I felt spent but relieved. I looked up and smiled. The moon smiled back. I was looking at my own reflection – Sister Moon.